The Bug remembers everything...and I mean EVERYTHING.
Yesterday she and I were out in the front garden, and I was pruning one of my bushes, and she was poking around behind me trying to find worms. She said, "Remember when I cut my head on that pricker bush?" Last summer she had indeed cut her head on the thorns of one of our bushes. Then she said, "That must've hurt Jesus when they put thorns on His head. I bet He cried when they did that."
I was doing laundry a couple of weeks ago and she said, "Remember when I was little and you put me in the laundry basket with the laundry and carried the basket with me inside?" She was less than 2 years old at the time, but yep - I used to do that.
Glad I have her so I never forget anything.
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